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Was hanging around with what looked to me like George Takei, Carrie Fisher, maybe Walter Koenig. Seeing them as the actors they are rather than the characters they've played in the science fiction genre.
First I noticed Takei, and thought I was on some set where they were filming. Then (perhaps not having seen any filming equipment?) I decided he must be recording an audio book or drama. I recall hearing someone putting on or adjusting latex-style gloves as one of the 'sound effects' and that adding to my new hypothesis of it being an audio.
Some other fellow whom I didn't recognize but who vaguely reminded me of a former work colleague came around and put a bandaid on someone, and I joked, 'Almost like you were a real doctor...' He seemed amused by that.
Then I was with Takei and Fisher in a yard. The sky seemed to be cloudy, and some of the gray clouds roiled about weirdly. I began to fear that a tornado was imminent, especially as the wind seemed to be picking up. At that point, I think I segued into an imagining rather than actually experienced the following: I imagined a 'happy ending' as it were to my fear - we three would stand right next to each other, wrap arms around each other's backs, and thus banded together and reinforced, would walk into the house and down to the cellar where we'd sit, still next to each other, sharing that feeling of support and comfort as we waited out the storm. I imagined this as if it were the only logical way to proceed.
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I was outside, at the bottom of a steep grassy banking as if below an interstate. I glanced up to see people hanging around; assumed there were cops up there directing traffic/dealing with the aftermath of some accident. I scrambled up the banking, but was hard pressed to find a way up and over the final couple of yards, partly because the people hanging around, mostly guys, were in the way and didn't seem likely to move. At one point I placed a few objects (books I think) on the edge and tried to pull myself up, but some woman glared at me or otherwise expressed disapproval I guess for me having gotten too close to her. I moved over a bit and managed to get up top, then reached back over to pick up my little pile of books. By that point was a little annoyed at them being in the way.
First I noticed Takei, and thought I was on some set where they were filming. Then (perhaps not having seen any filming equipment?) I decided he must be recording an audio book or drama. I recall hearing someone putting on or adjusting latex-style gloves as one of the 'sound effects' and that adding to my new hypothesis of it being an audio.
Some other fellow whom I didn't recognize but who vaguely reminded me of a former work colleague came around and put a bandaid on someone, and I joked, 'Almost like you were a real doctor...' He seemed amused by that.
Then I was with Takei and Fisher in a yard. The sky seemed to be cloudy, and some of the gray clouds roiled about weirdly. I began to fear that a tornado was imminent, especially as the wind seemed to be picking up. At that point, I think I segued into an imagining rather than actually experienced the following: I imagined a 'happy ending' as it were to my fear - we three would stand right next to each other, wrap arms around each other's backs, and thus banded together and reinforced, would walk into the house and down to the cellar where we'd sit, still next to each other, sharing that feeling of support and comfort as we waited out the storm. I imagined this as if it were the only logical way to proceed.
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I was outside, at the bottom of a steep grassy banking as if below an interstate. I glanced up to see people hanging around; assumed there were cops up there directing traffic/dealing with the aftermath of some accident. I scrambled up the banking, but was hard pressed to find a way up and over the final couple of yards, partly because the people hanging around, mostly guys, were in the way and didn't seem likely to move. At one point I placed a few objects (books I think) on the edge and tried to pull myself up, but some woman glared at me or otherwise expressed disapproval I guess for me having gotten too close to her. I moved over a bit and managed to get up top, then reached back over to pick up my little pile of books. By that point was a little annoyed at them being in the way.
